Warning: This chapter may have a few things that some may find offensive.

Author: Danielle Christian

Chapters:2?

Disclaimer: I do not own Ai no Kusabi nor am I making any profits in making this fan fiction. This is all just for mine, and my reader's amusement.

I do own my OCs, so if you want to use any of them, please ask first.

Capitulation of Fate

Chapter 1

Fateful Encounter

Riki sighed, running his hands through his raven hair. Why was he thinking of the past again? He hated his past. He took a long drag of his cigarette before flicking it over his shoulder. It would be time to go meet Guy soon.

He gazed up, seeing the two moons of Amoi looming overhead. He gazed longingly up at them, wanting so much to be free of the pain. It had been eleven years since he had met Guy, and his hero was all but a distant memory. He had been paring with Guy for three years, selling his body to get credits to live. After a while he had decided that he would no longer take it.

Riki had become famous, or rather infamous. He was the Prince of the Slums, Ceres' only, Riki the Dark. Being a slum lord was not all it was cracked up to be, seeing as how everyone wanted to kill him, or rough him up. Riki knew he had to be careful.

He started walking to where he was to meet up with Bison, a gang of mongrels in Ceres. Riki was the proud leader of the Bision, and he cherished them all, including Guy.

Riki groaned, looking down at the floor. It was cold out, and he was freezing. It was nothing out of the ordinary, Mongrels froze all of the time, but they knew that if they stayed with another they would be able to keep warm. Copulating with one another often helped, and Riki found himself longing for Guy's warm embrace.

He thought about moving along, but the words he said to Guy the night before stuck in his mind. I am going to get out of Ceres. He only wished he could. Stopping for another cigarette, Riki leaned against a hover craft, not caring if he dented it. He could have stolen it for all he cared.

"Fuck the world." He mumbled before taking a drag of the cancer stick.

He went through three more cigarettes before deciding to move along, butting a sort of bounce into his somber movements. It was not like Riki wanted to be in Ceres, or wanted to live his life lower than the furniture. He would never give up his manhood just for a better life.

Freedom.

It was what made his life worth living. Without his freedom, he would have been dead long before.

Riki paused in his thinking, realization hitting him hard in the face. He was not free. Riki was chained to Guy. Living for Guy's every move, Riki knew, he was far from free.

"Why the hell should I go back?" He mumbled to himself, glad that no one was around to hear him talking. Anyone who saw would have thought he was crazy and try to put him out of his misery. Riki saw Guy's smiling face, saw his worried tears, remembered his kind words. Guy had been the only reason he had not died when he was six.

"Fucker." With that, Riki was off, heading back down the deserted slum-streets of Ceres.

The bar was in sight when Riki decided to stop. He looked over at the car that had caught his attention. Only a wealthy Elite would have been able to afford a car like that.

Vinc, a highly respected drug lord on the black market, walked out of the seemingly deserted building, having just finished a business transaction. His body guards stood ready and waiting, wanting to take him to his car right away. He ran a hand through his silver hair, his gray eyes calculating the area around him.

He looked to his car, noticing a shadow looming over it. "Who's there?" He called out, his voice booming above the hubbub of his body guards. A slim finger pointed to the shadow. " Get him!" Vinc cried, not wanting to lose his precious car to a mongrel thief, for that was all that would dare to steal from the great Vinc.

Riki cried out as the four guards came at him. That was not what he had expected. "Woah! I did not fucking do anything!" He shouted, dodging a blow from his right only to be struck from his left. He winced, managing to strike one down before going onto the next.

If Riki had not been caught off his guard, he would not have been having problems. He had been lost in thought, simply staring at the car when one of them had crashed into him. No sooner had he reacted had they started to attack him.

An arm lashed put, pushing Riki to the floor as two other men pinned him down. Riki ended up with a man holding him by the hair and two men holding onto his arms while a fourth loomed over him. Any thought Riki had of kicking the fourth man was withdrawn when he felt a hand squeeze his cock tightly.

The mongrel ground his teeth together to keep from crying out sharply.

It was the end for him. Riki was beginning to lose all his hope.

The man looming over Riki held a laser knife over him, ready to kill him. Riki shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the end to come.

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Iason Mink.

Jupiter's Golden Boy.

The blue-eyed Blondie was head of the syndicate, and owner of the man Katze, leader of the black market.

Iason had been on a stroll to see Katze, heading through the slums. The cool night air made his cloak billow behind him, and his platinum gold hair seemed to take a life of its own. His pale skin seemed almost ethereal. The jumpsuit of the Blondies left nothing to the imagination, and without needing a second look, one word could be used on this male. Beautiful.

Iason Mink was Drop Dead Gorgeous. He walked with an air of dignity about him, having been Jupiter's golden boy his whole life.

The chilly night air caused the man to pull his cloak closer to his body, hugging it to his frame.

"This place brings back old memories." He whispered under his breath, picking up his pace and heading deeper into the slums.

Katze was expecting him any minute, and he would hate to keep his old furniture waiting too long. Where most Blondies got rid of their old furniture, Iason decided to put his furniture to good use. The once mongrel was highly intelligent and great at manipulating the black market.

Ever since Iason could remember, he had been pampered. He did not know what harsh was, perhaps that was why he thought the slums fascinated him. The Syndicate head had to laugh at the thought. He thought the people were interesting.

He may have looked down on the slum people, the Mongrels, but that did not mean they did not intrigue him greatly.

A cry of distress pulled Iason from his thoughts. He looked around, finally locating the sound of distress. When he saw it was a bunch of thugs beating up a mongrel, he relaxed a bit. He slowed his steps, deciding he would rather watch what was happening.

Iason's eyes grew wide when he saw the laser knife. What were they doing? Did they plan to kill the mongrel? He tried to shrug it off, but the raven hair and the slightly tanned skin seemed to captivate him. "You there." He called out, though he hadn't noticed he had said anything until the men turned to look at him.

Vinc walked up. "Sir Iason." He nodded to the Syndicate head. "You need not concern yourself with this worthless mongrel. He is none other than Riki the Dark."

Iason knew that name. Riki the dark, none other than the mongrel who kept on stealing from the warehouses he had Katze keep track of, and the same reason he had been called down. "Let him go." His voice was cold, and his tone left no room for argument. It was not a request, but an order from the most powerful man in Amoi.

"You there, let him go." Vanc motioned to his men, frightened by the man who could take his power away and kill him without a second thought.

Riki winced. He had thought he was dead . . . And then that voice called out. That captivating voice that left him wanting more. He wanted to relish in the sleek tones that washed over his body in waves of pleasure.

"Now leave." To say Iason was pissed would have been an understatement. He approached the

mongrel just as he had been getting up from the floor. It was all Iason could do to keep his face under control. The mongrel was breathtaking to be sure, but a mongrel all the same.

Riki groaned, mumbling curses under his breath. "I could have gotten rid of them on my own." He said in an ungrateful tone, not even wanting to look at the man who saved him.

"It did not look that way to me Mongrel." Iason gave the other a look of disgust, trying to hide the longing.

"God damn it." A sigh escaped Riki's mouth. "Now I have to fucking pay you back."

Iason was about to decline, knowing the mongrel had nothing, when his next words strung a cord in his loins. "How about I give you my body?"

Riki looked at the man finally, and he let himself get swept away. The man was beautiful. He knew he would not hesitate to give his body to his man. "Follow me." He said, taking hold of Iason's arm and leading him towards a familiar hotel.

Iason froze when he saw the hotel, taking his hand and stopping the mongrel. "No." He snapped, bringing out his handheld and calling for his car. "Not there." Iason looked down at Riki, his eyes boring into the beautiful mongrel.

Riki paused, looking up at where he had taken them. He had been there many times, but he could still remember the first time he was there. His mind went blank as the thought about it. A shrill cry pierced through his mind and he began to shake. "G-get the hell out!" He cried, his head meeting up with Iason's chest.

To say Iason was surprised would have been an understatement, but when Riki came into his arms, what shocked him the most was that he did not push him away.

When Riki felt comforting arms around his shoulders, he was forced to look up. For some reason he did not protest as he was guided into the car. He did not even see it approach.

The teen shut his eyes as he leaned on the Blondie. It was still a shock that he was able to get anywhere near the Blondie, let alone be able to fall asleep on him. He was so comfortable that Riki could not help but slip into the dark oblivion.

Iason watched as the mongrel fell asleep on his lap. He was shocked that the other offered his body. Not like the syndicate head would have taken up on such an offer, but the thrill of taming a pet from the beginning sent chills down his spine.

"Little pet." The voice was soft as Iason ran his hand along the teen's side. Riki the Dark. He wanted to tame him, bend him and break him. He wanted everything that was Riki. Whatever Iason Mink waned, Iason Mink got, and all he wanted then was Riki the Dark.

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Riki woke, gazing out across the darkness that threatened to consume him. He felt a sudden tingle at the base of his member. It was strange. Tanned hands tried to move forward and assess the problem, but it was then that Riki noticed he could not move his hands. He tried his legs but got the same result.

"That the fuck is going on?" He mumbled, trying to locate a source of light, but finding nothing but the vast darkness enclosing on him. Panic stuck and he tried to thrash. "Get me the fuck out of here!" He cried, feeling his heart rate increase with every passing second.

The void of nothingness seemed to push in on the mongrel and Riki started to shout louder and louder, his breathing becoming labored. "GUY!" He cried out to his pairing partner to no avail.

Finally calming down, he tried to think about what had happened. He had been walking to meet Guy and the rest of Bison when he had seen the car. Then men started to attack him for no obvious reason . . . And then . . . That voice.

That voice that sent shivers of pure pleasure down Riki's spine. That tantalizing voice that the teen wanted to drown in. To be captivated, so utterly captivated, scared Riki to no end, yet he could not help it. He could not help being addicted to that smooth yet authoritarian voice.

Riki found he had become aroused simply thinking about it, and let out a low groan. How could the leader of Bision and the Prince of Ceres be so enthralled by a Blondie?

A chuckle.

Riki looked around, obviously confused at where the voice came from. "Show yourself you fucker!" He cried out, trying once again to break free.

The lights came on, and Riki was washed in a bright light, causing him to stop moving. He blinked back the shock from his eyes as he tried to regain his bearings.

Iason Mink walked proudly into the room, a smirk on his handsome face. "Well, it if nice to see you awake pet." He took a seat on the large four-poster bed, a glass of fine red wine in his hands.

"Fuck you! Get me the fuck out of here!" He groaned, trying to hide the fact that he was turned on by the man.

The mongrel's antics made Iason laugh. "Come now Riki," he smirked, swirling his wine around a bit before sipping, "you surely must know me. You and your filthy mongrel gang are always stealing from my warehouses."

Wide brown eyes gazed at the man who held Riki captive. "Let me go you asshole Blondie." His voice was low, and he felt helpless.

"You, trash, will call me master, for that is what I am Riki. I own you."

Riki glared at the blond Elite. "Go fuck yourself."

Iason only laughed, pressing the control for the pet ring that was securely placed on the teen's stiff member. He was rewarded with Riki's cries of pain. The shrill tone caused stirring in his loins, and he had to reseat himself comfortably.

After a while, the pain stopped, and Riki was out cold. "Oh Riki, what is it you do to me?" He asked, letting his hand linger in the filthy raven locks. He would have to clean the mongrel up, but he knew it would be worth it. Riki the Dark was his. His pet. His to train. His to break.

The Prince of the slums had been reduced to Iason Mink's house pet.